new year, new me?

a week into the new year, and i'm yet to kiss anyone properly.
chemistry boy has been sick of late, and i too have caught some bug of sorts which has been festering on the subway despite the london sardine tube being 20% of normal capacity.

which leads me to realise the sad truth that he isn't that attracted to me. and to be honest, it bums me out slightly. what's the point of having a lover who doesn't want to be with you often?

to make things slightly more confusing, i find myself thinking about this guy i met through savannah, her friend from home. he's wrong in so many ways, starting with the fact that he has a girlfriend, and he's born in a completely different decade to me. it's fine if they're a decade older, but unlike demi moore i prefer my men to be slightly older than me. why do i have to be such a girl and think about things more than they are?